In the back seat, the young man's hand shot up into the air, from his laying down position, almost as though he were volunteering to answer a question in gradeschool. "The studly one that does all the cool fire tricks is John, by the way. Not to interrupt the girl talk or anything like that. And you should definatly come back with us. A nice little airplane ride, and a cozy place to stay if you want it. Though, I mean, there's about fifty-seven guys and seven chicks, so you should be ready for lots of attention, it's a total sausage fest."
Ahh. Pyro being his utterly charming self, of course. He's also fished his lighter back out of his pocket, flicking it open and blowing on the wind shield to make sure there's no water stuck there that might keep him from being able to light it the next time it's needed.